“Maybe this is God’s intercession,” Doña Escobar thought as she raked the albino’s back with her fingernails. She bowed her legs and scrunched her ass harder to his groin. As their pubic bones crunched with each powerful push, she prayed repetitively, “Please, God! Give me a baby! An angelic baby!”
Principe pounded like an engine and stoked his fire as much Margarita’s. She punctuated his grunting chuffs with indecipherable moans and long mewling exhortations. At her brink, she contracted every muscle under her control and gripped him with bruising strength, then joyously leapt from her orgasmic precipice shouting triumphantly, “¡Ya voy! ¡Dame tus semillas!” Her screech triggered his nuts and he spastically pumped thirty millilitres of seed-filled cream to find the ova her ebbing egg factory had lately launched.
Moments later, after her rapture passed, Doña Escobar collapsed and closed her eyes. The dwarf was still energized, however. Spinning her in place, like a pig on a roasting spit, he slapped her ass smartly on both cheeks and groused, “Non, non, Mémé… Ne t’endors pas sur moi! I am going to fuck you again… and again after that!” Then he hauled her up from mattress by her stomach and pulled her back to rest briefly on her haunches before he pushed her torso forward again.
While Margarita did not understand French, she understood the painful spanks and the reproachful tone in the spirit’s voice. She was much confused by the idea that an angel could be angry, but her body was again awake. As the specter manipulated her, she naturally assumed an all-fours position on her shins and forearms. Her cunt winked below her virgin sphincter and expelled a jism gob.
Principe caught the escaping creampie with his longest right finger and pulled it like taffy until the greasy strand separated from Margarita’s sticky hole. Immediately another gooey turtle head appeared. He laughed, captured that one as well, then spread the gray mess like frosting onto his already slick cock’s cupcake top and pressed the lubed knob against her tiny tight anus. As the elastic rim stretched to accomodate his unwavering driving force, he steadied her hip points with strong short fingers and kept his center.
Doña Escobar’s jaw dropped and her eyes widened as she sensed for the first time traffic moving the wrong way on a previously one-way track. The pressure grew. Lifting her head to the ceiling, she brayed a feeble protest, but it was already too late. Suddenly the soft bell was completely inside and sliding deeper.
Principe grinned in the dark as he felt Margarita’s rectum expand around his wide hard penetrating shaft. When it was well-seated at about half its length, he wound his left hand through her long black hair and used it as a leash to pull her already upraised head back until her skull met her shoulders. She bowed her spine to relieve the stress and inhaled a deep breath. Her filling lungs pushed out her tits to the bed’s headboard as if she were a carved mermaid adorning a bowsprit on an ancient tall ship.
The little man laughed aloud. It was rare that his mistress gave him freedom to play on his own and he was enjoying himself thoroughly. His balls throbbed as they bobbled and banged on the old widow’s hindquarters. After only a few plunges, he had used up the modicum of juice which had initially smoothed his path and now the friction in her cramped tunnel was starting to burn.
Principe relaxed his grip on Margarita’s hair without letting go entirely. She rolled her head in her newfound freedom. Exiting his swollen stem from her ass, he lowered his sights, then plunged upward and deep into her neglected quim. Once more, his velvet headed hammer knocked on the door to her womb; once more, she spritzed his thighs.
Again, Principe yanked Doña Escobar’s hair. She cried out as pleasure supplanted pain and her furious crisis melted her insides. He cross-whipped her flanks with his bare free hand while he vigorously pumped his flexing glutes and graded her rippling tunnel walls. Then, satisfied that his dick was adequately re-oiled, he abruptly abandoned her creaming coño and drove root-deep into her gaping asshole.
Margarita yowled her surprise as her angel crushed his nuts on her tortured moons and dug seven centimetres deeper into her trasero than he had been before. Lights flashed in her head and her ears rang. Her chest congested and she thought she would pass out for lack of breath. The angel reached around between her legs and pinched her clit.
Margarita shuddered as her ongoing orgasm trebled in power. Choking, she stuttered, “¡Y-ya voy de n-n-nuevOHHHHH!” Principe released her hot button, pushed his small fist into her vagina, and then cocked his wrist. She shook like a dog shedding water as she came violently non-stop.
Notwithstanding his notorious sexual stamina, Principe Argot’s libido was running amok. He had had no idea this ordinary dowager would be such a hot playmate; he had just liked her tits. But now he was as bothered as she. Moreover, he realized he was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Quickly, the dwarf withdrew from Margarita’s culo and split her clam again with his prybar. At the same time, he reached under her left arm and clawed into her pendant boob while he returned his right hand to her cheering clitoris and fanned it mercilessly. She came uncontrollably as every nerve fiber in her being sent alarms to her cortex. He held her rigid to his groin, crunched his gut and busted his nut again.